OLD BOOTS TRUDGEA Poem by SHEEMA HUQPOeM These old boots, they
clumsily trudge, beholding a rancid grudge, mud ridden, crushed, trodden, damp
wilted, fauna, curling, rotten, rugged ailing leaves, dying, forgotten, dry grey foliage, fading forlorn, sodden, destroyed laboriously, by heavy pouring, how wistful are these weeds of deviant wiry creeds, crammed with solemn jests
of dire unease, intent only to torment, to tease, then utterly to displease, odius, stubborn. © 2013 SHEEMA HUQAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on September 21, 2013 Last Updated on September 22, 2013 Tags: poem, muddy boots, rain, fauma, outdoors, shape poem AuthorSHEEMA HUQLONDON , ENGLAND, United KingdomAboutI am SHEEMA A LONDON BASED POET THANKS FOR READING! more..Writing
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